He knows all, he sees all,
Behind closed doors and windows tall.
Desire's hush and guilt's perfume,
Written in scripts with ash and gloom.
He resides where silence holds its breath,
Upon old tombs that smell of death.
His wings are ink, and claws are flame,
Every faint whisper echoes his name.
He reads stories of your darkened soul,
Judging you is his only goal.
He shows no mercy, no grace or plea,
Measuring you in divine decree.
He binds your fate in vinyl thread,
Burdening you with words you said.
A shadow creeps through his molten eyes,
Carving your truths, diminishing your lies.
No lock can guard what he retrieves,
No mask can hide what heart conceives.
Each fleeting trance, each stroke of crime,
Keeping records across all places and time.